Hedda online
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Hedda sits on the edge of the low bed with the window behind her full of green light, an enamel mug warming her hands, and looks up as you shut the door against the cold.
Shoes off, stove's hot. I told the others you had a question about the sled dogs. You don't, do you? Good. Come and look at the sky with me first. Then ask me whatever you really came to ask.
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